The Right Place at the Right Time
Last November, I took a trip to
Boston, Massachusetts. I perceived
the Lord wanted me there since I was getting all kinds of “Boston” signs (such
as this paper cutter used at a church in Florida). To save on lodging expenses, I stayed at a hostel for two
nights but didn’t sleep well due to other guests walking in our bedroom
at various times. The next night I stayed at a house church in Haverhill,
Massachusetts. My hosts would have
let me stay longer except they already had too many guests. Not wanting to return to the hostel, I
decided to leave the Boston area and travel to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, where I
have friends to stay and minister with.
During my time in Bean Town I
did some sightseeing but not much evangelizing mainly because I wanted someone
ministering with me. Now I
wish I had done more after hearing about the Boston
Marathon bombings this past Monday that left three people dead and at least 170
people injured. This tragedy
reminded me of when I was in Madrid, Spain six months before the 2004 train
bombings that killed 191 people and wounded close to 2,000. God only
knows whom I might have ministered to affected by one or both of those
terrorist attacks.
In 2004 I had another incident
that showed me how our obedience to the Lord has eternal consequences for
others. One night I felt a strong
impression that I was supposed to head over to the University of Tampa the next
day. After some initial
hesitation, I finally did so in the afternoon and noticed an area roped off by
the police. A man standing on top
of a building was threatening to jump off! Since I couldn’t talk to this man directly, I bound the
spirits of suicide and death in Jesus’ name. Then I prayed in the Spirit until I felt a release. As I stood praying, one man came up to
me and asked what was going on. I
witnessed to David and he got born again.
I also recall not sleeping all
that well the morning of 9/11 but still felt led of the Lord to go evangelizing
that day. At the time the hijacked
planes crashed into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, I was in
Springfield, Virginia...10 miles from the Pentagon. I mentioned those tragedies to the people I witnessed to by
pointing out how our lives can suddenly end without warning. The Lord woke me up early the next day
(September 12th, 2001) and instructed me to evangelize again in
Springfield. One of the people I
led to the Lord was a Barnes & Noble employee who the day before saw the
plane crash into the Pentagon on his way to work!
Once again, it's important to
follow the promptings of the Holy Spirit and be where God wants us to be. People’s eternal destinies are at
stake. Every day before I leave
the house, I pray “God, help me be in the right place at the right time doing
the right thing with the right people and saying the right thing.” Let that be your prayer as well.
“The steps of a
good man are ordered by the Lord, and He delights in his way.” - Psalm 37:23
Comments